"So prayer is our sometimes real selves trying to communicate with the Real, with Truth, with the Light. It is us reaching out to be heard, hoping to be found by a light and warmth in the world, instead of darkness and cold. Even mushrooms respond to light - I suppose they blink their mushroomy eyes, like the rest of us."~Anne Lamott~ (Help, Thanks, Wow: The Three Essential Prayers)

Monday, January 16, 2012

Finally... something in the sky besides blue.

Yesterday we had a cold, windy day... WITH CLOUDS. Just a few of them, but we're hopeful.

It was lovely and a sign that the weather is changing.
This morning we woke up to frost and 28 degrees. We are told that rain will be here by the end of the week. We will reserve dancing in the streets until we see the wet pavement.
My sister is here for a long weekend. She chose to spend her birthday with me. We have had a good time. She is celebrating the BIG one (one of the big ones if you keep living)... 60 years. This is my LITTLE sister. She can't be 60! This is just not possible.
Maybe we got confused and added a decade by mistake. Could that have happen?
Yes, that must be it. I'm really in my 50's and she is just starting her second quarter of a century. I think I have figured this out, as I write, only... wait.... I can't be 57 either, because that means I would have given birth when I was around 15 years old and I don't recall that happening .
Suck it up, Farmlady
You're old and your sister is right behind you to prove the reality of it.
Seven years always looked like a big difference, but not any more. Now, it's my sons who show me, by their ages, that there is no mistake. They are too old for me to justify saying that I had them as an unwed teenage mother. So, we will leave this were it is. I don't want to insult all the women who were mothers at 15 and I don't want to rationalize the reasons that I wasn't.
I'm heading for my 70's and Sis is just starting her 6th decade.
We will just have to slow down... together... and learn to knit. Oh, we did that already. OK.
Well... it's time to embrace "senior citizen" status.
Acceptance is the key to long life. That's what they say.
So, we have shortened our shopping trips. We take naps.
We have salads instead of Cheeseburgers and Fries.
We wimp out and use Ibuprofen when we need it.
Life is still good and we are still sister friends.
Can't ask for more than that.
Happy Birthday Sis.

14 comments:

Happy birthday to your little sister, who is now the same age as my big sister!Yep, we're all gettin' up there, aren't we? Not a thing we can do about it...... then again - if you find out that we can - let me know!

sisters as friends, what a blessing in your life and one that I am still working on, darn it's been tough!Can I take this to mean that you are over 60...like more than half way to 70??? No way I will believe that...baby steps girlfriend. And a big Happy Birthday to your sis, who is again must faster than you!

I'm the little sister in my family, catching up to my big sister (and big brothers.) Funny how they keep thinking that they're so much "bigger" than me, after all these years :)Happy Birthday to your sister!

Hey Connie...take it all in and savour all the flavours of life (which I think you do anyway)...Remember...You can grow old but stay immature forever! Go and run through some puddles when it rains!Hope you and your sister have a lovely birthday for her.Thanks for all your kind words about the goat post...I know you understand fully.

How blessed you are to have a loving sister/friend relationship, I know how you treasure it.Hey, I am closer to leaving the decade of the 60's, this is my last year there! Then I do not know how I will be able to say what comes after!